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apple-pi.livejournal.com) wrote in fellowshippers2005-12-30 09:28 am
Crossposting
Sorry for the multiple crossposts, but it's been a while since I posted to the comms, and I'm overdue. :-) So, links and such, in no particular order. All stories are, of course, fabrications. All stories are Billy/Dom, all are rated NC-17 or mature or whathaveyou.
Hobbitdashery - The tie Billy is wearing, that particular tie, is, is, is making Dom's clothing suddenly too tight in strategic areas, it's making his hips want to samba in a distinctly horizontal way, and his armpits sweat, and his wrists, oh--Dom's wrists are tingling, burning under the cuffs of his shirt with the same visceral memory that's making his cock twitch in his trousers.
Planning Ahead - Abstinence makes the heart grow fonder; Dom has a surprise for Billy when he's picked up at the airport.
Brackish - Dom's skin tastes of tears, seawater, lachrymose and briny, but there's nothing sad in Billy right now; Dom's fingers are sticky with salt, catching in Billy's damp hair as Billy kisses, licks, sucks his way across Dom's skin.
Untitled Pornlet - Dom's hand somehow ("I have no idea, officer, it just wandered away while I wasn't looking") migrates into Billy's lap. "Hmm," Dom says. Bart Simpson does something amusing and he and Billy both grin as Dom's hand cups and he squeezes.
Predatory - The television's blue glare lights Dom's intent, slightly predatory, fairly drunken face; it lights Orlando, sprawled snoring in the armchair, and Elijah, asleep on the sofa. Billy's just fine where he is, in the other armchair and feeling no pain, and he's not about to go to Dom when Dom is obviously coming to him.
Winter Kept Us Warm - Billy cursed and stopped trying to set up the Christmas tree and sat on the floor with his face in his hands, wondering what the hell he should do with this truth, this hollow stone in his hand, his head, his heart.
Long Time Coming - Dom knelt, straddling Billy's hips, on one knee and one foot. He stroked himself slowly and watched Billy's face, the flush over his neck and cheeks, the way his nipples hardened and his bicep and forearm flexed.
Keeping Dom Quiet - "Fuck," Billy grunted, shoving Dom off ungently and slapping his arse. "That's how I'm going to die, you know. Think of the embarrassment. The headline for my obituary will read 'Smothered, naked, by co-hobbit and lover Dominic Monaghan.'" He kicked off his shoes, wincing as they hit the floor with two loud thunks, then began wriggling his jeans off.
Never Could Resist - Billy guesses he should have known this would happen--should have predicted it when he saw Dom's bright, kohl-rimmed eyes, the jeans that barely hung on his sharp hipbones, the t-shirt at least two sizes too small and blazoned, faintly, with the same swear words that have been simmering on Dom's blood-red mouth all night: obscene, almost cheerful, spiky and hard and fooling--well, not no one, Billy's sure plenty of people are fooled by Dom's oh-so-hard and fast and funny and mean act, but--fooling Bill? No. Not at all. But Billy never could resist Dom, or at least he hasn't been able to for a long, long time.
Thank You for Coming - Dom closed his eyes briefly, opened them to zero in on Billy's small smile, the way his green irises were being slowly eclipsed by black as his pupils expanded. "You're drunk," he accused.
Hobbitdashery - The tie Billy is wearing, that particular tie, is, is, is making Dom's clothing suddenly too tight in strategic areas, it's making his hips want to samba in a distinctly horizontal way, and his armpits sweat, and his wrists, oh--Dom's wrists are tingling, burning under the cuffs of his shirt with the same visceral memory that's making his cock twitch in his trousers.
Planning Ahead - Abstinence makes the heart grow fonder; Dom has a surprise for Billy when he's picked up at the airport.
Brackish - Dom's skin tastes of tears, seawater, lachrymose and briny, but there's nothing sad in Billy right now; Dom's fingers are sticky with salt, catching in Billy's damp hair as Billy kisses, licks, sucks his way across Dom's skin.
Untitled Pornlet - Dom's hand somehow ("I have no idea, officer, it just wandered away while I wasn't looking") migrates into Billy's lap. "Hmm," Dom says. Bart Simpson does something amusing and he and Billy both grin as Dom's hand cups and he squeezes.
Predatory - The television's blue glare lights Dom's intent, slightly predatory, fairly drunken face; it lights Orlando, sprawled snoring in the armchair, and Elijah, asleep on the sofa. Billy's just fine where he is, in the other armchair and feeling no pain, and he's not about to go to Dom when Dom is obviously coming to him.
Winter Kept Us Warm - Billy cursed and stopped trying to set up the Christmas tree and sat on the floor with his face in his hands, wondering what the hell he should do with this truth, this hollow stone in his hand, his head, his heart.
Long Time Coming - Dom knelt, straddling Billy's hips, on one knee and one foot. He stroked himself slowly and watched Billy's face, the flush over his neck and cheeks, the way his nipples hardened and his bicep and forearm flexed.
Keeping Dom Quiet - "Fuck," Billy grunted, shoving Dom off ungently and slapping his arse. "That's how I'm going to die, you know. Think of the embarrassment. The headline for my obituary will read 'Smothered, naked, by co-hobbit and lover Dominic Monaghan.'" He kicked off his shoes, wincing as they hit the floor with two loud thunks, then began wriggling his jeans off.
Never Could Resist - Billy guesses he should have known this would happen--should have predicted it when he saw Dom's bright, kohl-rimmed eyes, the jeans that barely hung on his sharp hipbones, the t-shirt at least two sizes too small and blazoned, faintly, with the same swear words that have been simmering on Dom's blood-red mouth all night: obscene, almost cheerful, spiky and hard and fooling--well, not no one, Billy's sure plenty of people are fooled by Dom's oh-so-hard and fast and funny and mean act, but--fooling Bill? No. Not at all. But Billy never could resist Dom, or at least he hasn't been able to for a long, long time.
Thank You for Coming - Dom closed his eyes briefly, opened them to zero in on Billy's small smile, the way his green irises were being slowly eclipsed by black as his pupils expanded. "You're drunk," he accused.